Hero: Valerie "Phalanx" and the Unbreakables

A minivan pulled up in front of City Bank, parking right in the loading zone. Immediately, the pair of security guards sighed as they made their way over to send off whatever entitled Karen thought they could park there. Before they could reach the van, a woman stepped out from it. Tall and with a strong build, she was blonde and middle-aged, hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing the whites and blacks of what appeared to be a sports umpire outfit. She raised a metal whistle to her lips that was hanging from her neck and blew into it.

Instantly, a burst of bright blue light radiated out from her and washed over the guards along with her own minivan. The guards changed from two women dressed in City Bank security uniforms into what appeared to be race car drivers. Each dressed in white suits with red helmets that had thick black visors. Similarly, the minivan was transformed from soccer-mum-mobile into a red drag racing van outfitted with a yellow spoiler and matching flame decal.

"Keep the engine running babes, I won't be a moment," the woman said as she walked right past the former security guards, her hands reaching out to grope their asses as she went. "Mummy needs to make a withdrawal."

"Yes Ma'am," they both said with moans as she felt them up before they ran forward to the van ready.

From across the road, spying out of the alley, Valerie watched. Welp, it looked like the tip was good. She pulled out her phone and began texting the team to get here on the double. Valerie was a woman fresh out of college with a degree that barely got her a job to pay rent. She was on the heftier side, what others might call bulky or thick but she liked to consider herself chubby. She had not always been this way. Only in recent years had she put on some weight. That had led her look into joining a sporting group. Roller derby had been what she ended up finding. And along with it a team of women who were just like Val.

For you see Val was no ordinary woman. Beyond just her purple coloured hair and punkish aesthetic, Val was a superhero. No one of note. A small-time hero. No overly fancy powers. No super strength, speed or the ability to fly. But she was invulnerable. Her body tougher than anything she had ever come up against. She was the Industractable Phalanx. Peeking out again she saw a crowd of people pouring out from the bank. Oh people were fleeing. That was good… it meant no hostages and… they were dressed like football players. Why were they dressed like football players?

Val watched in awe as they came charging out of the bank like they were running drills. Each of them carried, rather than a football, a large duffle bag over their shoulders. Coming out behind them, whistle still in hand, was a woman in an umpire outfit. "Good work team," she shouted as they marched down the stairs of the bank. "Load up the van now. I want to see some hustle ladies!"

"Yes coach," chanted the football team's worth of women. They pulled open the side door of the van and formed a line, passing the bags down it efficiently and swiftly as the woman, this coach of theirs, made her way down the line.

"Pick up the pace ladies. I want to see you working together. Come on!" She exclaimed to them as she walked down the line.

Val glanced at her phone. No response from the team yet. The van was practically packed full of those duffle bags, with what Val could only guess were tens if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. No time to wait. Val ducked back into the alley and pulled off her backpack. Pulling it open she dug through it, past her skates and crash helmet, till she pulled out a new purple hoodie. Shrugging off her leather jacket, she stashed that and her chain wallet into the pack before shoving it behind a dumpster. Pulling on the hoodie she took out from the pocket of it a small domino mask and slapped that on. It was time to roll.

"Good work team," the blonde woman said before slapping the ass of the last football player in line. "Well played."

"Game over!" Val said as she stepped out, her combat boots thumping against the concrete of the sidewalk. She stood there, fishnet tights heading up to tight little black leather short shorts, hoodie hugging her large form, purple hair sticking out from under the hood and a small white domino mask across her eyes. "Phalanx is here." She punched her fist into her hand.

"Looks like we got an interruption of play, sports fans," the woman said, turning to face Val. "Phalanx, was it? And what are you? A would be hero?"

"Something like that," Val said, puffing out her chest and trying to look more intimidating than she felt. "And who are you? Some sort of disgruntled little league coach? A fired referee with a grudge?"

"You can call me the Umpire," she announced with a smirk. "Form up ladies, offensive line, looks like we got ourselves a little girl to put in her place."

"Bring it on," Val said as she braced herself while the women lined up forming an offensive football line between her and the van.

"Game on," Umpire said as she made a hand gesture as if to resume the game clock.

"Pink 69, pink 69 set hut!" One of the women exclaimed and then the line of football players charged at Val.

Val met them head on. The first body that hit her bounced right off. Val still felt the impact, pain was something she was an old friend of. Her body might be unbreakable but she still felt it all. Pain had quickly become something she could endure. It was almost a pleasant sensation these days. More so than she was willing to admit even to herself.

Two more came at her next and Val was almost knocked off her feet but she pushed back. She had been in enough scraps both on and off the rink to hold back two women. But another joining in behind both of them pushed Val back a few steps. Then two, three, four, five more women came crashing in and Val did not stand a chance. She was knocked down, toppled and then piled upon, by the women in their football gear.

Val tried to fight back. Throw a punch. Kick. Headbutt. Push them off of her. But there were just too many of them. They had her pinned and held down firmly against the concrete. "Get off!" Val cried out, trying to squirm out from under the pile but she was held firmly. Where was her team when she needed them?

"Well that's a down. Well played team, keep her pinned but make some room," Umpire said as she made her way through towards Val. She looked down at the woman, multiple football players holding her limbs down, keeping her in place and leaving her helpless. "Well ain't you a fit looking girl. Bit pudgy." Val glared at this as she tensed, still trying and failing to break free. "But muscular and athletic looking. I bet you can go hard. So, are you going to be a good sport about this? Or do I need to put you in your place super slut?"

"Fuck you," Val spat as she valiantly tried to break free only as her arm began to push up on two of the women pinning her, a third came in to help hold her down.

"Feisty," Umpire commented, looking impressed but smug. "A sore loser it is. Yellow card for unsportsmanlike behaviour. Time for a punishment, and since I don't have a penalty box to stick you in… strip her girls!"

"Hey! Don't you dare…" Val objected as she struggled harder but it was no use. Within moments the team had torn off her hoodie, along with her shirt, pulled off her shorts and were undoing her boots before throwing all that aside and leaving her in little more than her underwear, fishnet thigh highs and her mask.

"Keep going team, but leave her mask on, no need to expose her precious, secret identity," Umpire scoffed, holding to the tradition of the understanding between most villains and heroes alike.

Val grunted as she tried not to show any emotions, but she could not help blushing as the last of her clothing was stripped from her body. Within moments her sizable breasts bounced free and she could feel the cool breeze against her underside. There was another tradition held between villains and heroes. One of the victor's spoils and humiliation of the loser in such conflicts. And Val once more felt her cheeks redden as she found herself in the humiliating position.

Umpire picked up her yellow panties and smirked as she held them up high. "Seems I have my yellow card after all… though these are... " She rubbed her fingers together around the garment highlighting a wet patch present. "Not exactly regulation." She laughed and the rest of the team joined in. "You really are one of them super sluts." Val whimpered rather pathetically as she felt herself try and curl up into a ball. What was the Umpire going to do next to her?